It's currently 4:22 AM. The night is calm.
I set aside some time to take a nap before I was called in for a job: I dreamt of endless skies. An opulent red Chamber. A throne in the sky. I was stuck.
I couldn't tell what it meant.
Such is the shape of dreams.
The sky clears as the sound of thunder becomes nothing more than a distant rumbling. Golden rays of the sun's illuminating warmth finds purchase across the city.
🐺🥠: "The calm is always best after a storm~"
Thus began the first day, of many.